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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

The 27 Club by Kim Karr: Excerpt Reveal

Blurb:

You don’t know when…
You don’t get to choose if…
When it’s time to join…you’ll know.

You
might think you want to be a member—but trust me this is one club you
don’t want to join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their
deepest, darkest sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds.

The
27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was
recently bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before
him. I know I’m next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield.

But
then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been
explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my
destiny. Nate’s presence controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his
words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought
into my life for a reason.

I
live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love
for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I
wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on
to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise
my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time
embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.

I wear a
lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and
the all around go-to person of the family. However, I always find time
to read. One of my favorite family outings use to be taking my kids to
the bookstore or the library. Today, my oldest child is in college
and my twins are juniors so they no longer go with me on these
outings. And although I don't need to go to the actual store anymore
because I have the greatest device ever invented—a Kindle, I still do.
There's nothing like a paperback. So now my four year old and I make
dates out of going to the bookstore--it's time I love and cherish.

I
like to believe in soulmates, kindred spirits, true friends, and
Happily-Ever-Afters. I love to drink champagne, listen to music, and
hopes to always stay young at heart.

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Excerpt Reveal

The 27 Club

by Kim Karr

New American Library

Coffee Beans Part I

The wind howls and the palm trees whip against the windows
as the storm seems to make its way closer to landfall. Thunder booms and
lightning lights up the room, startling me. No, not lightning—a lamp.

“Hello, Zoey.” The voice is deep and husky.

As the sound registers, I scream. I quickly sit up and
scan my unfamiliar surroundings. My eyes immediately land on the silhouette of
a man standing beside me, and I scream again, this time scrambling off the bed
in terror.

The man raises his palms up in surrender. “Zoey, I’m Nate,
Z’s friend. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.”

My fear must be evident. I stare at him for a few long
moments, both alarmed and trembling. Only once realization sets in, that yes,
this is Nate, my brother’s best friend, do I attempt to calm my ragged breaths.

He takes a cautious step back. “Just cover up with
something so we can talk.”

Oh my God, my clothes.

Tangled sheets catch on my limbs as I climb back onto the
bed and unsuccessfully try to pull the covers over my practically naked body.
Before humiliation grabs complete hold of me, I give up and dive for my soaking
wet shirt lying on the floor.

Sliding the cold fabric over my head, I pull it down to
cover my panties and stand up, quickly crossing my arms over my chest to shield
any signs of the chill I’m feeling.

Not great, but better. At least I can look at him with a
little dignity.

Finally, I glance up and my gaze catches his. As soon as
it does, he drops his eyes.

The photos I’ve seen of him over the years, when my
brother would text me a funny shot—a selfie of him and Nate at some top chef
restaurant, at the beach, or at a coffee house—didn’t nearly do him justice.
Those shots were goofy poses with baseball caps turned backwards and funny
faces. Not that I didn’t think he was good looking in them, because I did, but
there’s just something different about him.

I blink and focus on the matter at hand. “You scared the
shit out of me. What are you doing here?”

Staring at the ground, he leans against the door jam. “You
beat me to the punch. I was just about to ask you the same question.”

“Why would you ask me that?”

He raises a brow. “I guess I’m just curious.”

I sigh, feeling confused.

His gaze lifts, and those eyes, those bewitching emerald
green eyes, stare back at me. “Not that I mind that you’re here. It’s just—a
little warning would have been nice. That’s all.”

His tone is more bemused than apologetic.

I’m not sure what to think.

With a straight and confident stance, I clear my throat.
“I e-mailed you earlier today to let you know that I was coming for the
weekend. I’m really sorry about the late notice, but I decided at the last
minute.”

He reaches into the pocket of his low-slung jeans and
pulls out his phone. After a few taps and scrolls he looks up at me. “I guess
you did. Here it is. I’m usually on top of my e-mails but today my . . .
schedule was full. Had I seen your message, I would have tried to rearrange my
plans.”

“That’s fine really. I managed. It’s not a big deal.”

I steal a glance at my reliable Timex—just after midnight.
What is he doing in my brother’s house in the middle of the night? Just as I’m
about to ask him, my eyes catch sight of the way he predatorily walks around
the room and I’m momentarily distracted. He moves like a panther— slowly
circling his prey, keeping his distance, not too close, but close enough to
pounce if he feels the urge. He settles back against the wall, just a little
closer now. “Zoey, did you hear me?”

I swallow. “Sorry, what?”

His tone grows more insistent. “I said I would have at
least sent a car for you. You shouldn’t be out in this weather on your own.”

My brow furrows. Why is he still talking about the
airport?

When I don’t respond, he crosses his arms over his chest
like he owns the place.

It’s then that reality sinks in. And as cliché as this
sounds, I am not going to let Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome intimidate me. It’s
time to take charge. “There was no need. I managed just fine. But if you didn’t
know I was coming, can I ask what you’re doing here?”

Confusion seems to have taken over his thoughts as he
steps even closer—moving with a lethal grace that makes my body start to hum. I
can’t help but study him as his features come into clear focus. His body is
long and lean. His hair is dark, the most unusual shade of brown, maybe like
the color of expensive chocolate, but not exactly. His eyes are languid,
watchful, and the most beautiful shade I’ve ever seen—darker than emeralds or
the deepest of forest greens. His

lips look full and soft. He is handsome in a way that is
unlike anyone I’ve ever seen.

My mind is going haywire.

A look of realization seems to cross his face as he stares
at me.

“Nate, why are you at my brother’s house in the middle of
the night?” I ask him again.

With a smirk, he ignores my question. Instead of answering
me, he opens the door beside him. It’s a closet, Zach’s closet to be exact, and
he steps right in, again like he owns the place.

“What are you doing?” I ask impatiently.

He comes back into the bedroom with a pair of sweatpants
and a T-shirt in his hand. “You’re trembling. How about you get changed and we
sit down to talk?”

The audacity of this man is beyond comprehension. From his
e-mails he seemed nice, but then again, you never can tell what lurks behind
the words on a computer screen.

He stares and his small smirk really irritates me. “Take
these, they’re mine. I’ll wait downstairs while you get changed.”

If I weren’t standing here, chilled and in my underwear, I
might just tell him to go to hell. But instead I reach for the clothes, and as
I do, I start to wonder if he’s been squatting in my brother’s house. Once the
clothes are in my hands, his mouth spreads into a slow, easy grin.

Annoyance grabs hold of me as I pivot on my bare feet and
head toward the bathroom, making sure not to glance over my shoulder. When I
hear heavy footsteps, I let my body fall back and shut everything out of my
mind for a few short seconds.

What is going on?

When I’ve gathered my composure, I quickly strip out of my
wet clothes and redress. Then I make the mistake of looking in the mirror. A
wet dog would look better than I do right now. In an effort to improve the
image, I grab a towel and wipe the black mascara from under my eyes. Then I use
my fingers to comb through my mass of curls and try to calm them, but that’s
nearly impossible.

Okay, better—but not great.

Who cares anyway?

It’s not like I’m trying to impress him. In fact, I’ve
never tried to impress a man.

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